You Can't Choose Your Times

Got caught—well then, got caught! As with any decent reincarnator, the hero ends up in the body of a boyar’s son, the sole heir to untold wealth and vast lands… It seemed everything was great: it was the beginning of the 13th century, his own skills stayed with him, and there was no way the knowledge from his previous life could vanish. Live and rejoice! But there’s always a spoonful of tar in the barrel… Hardly had he come to after the transfer when he found himself in a dungeon on a malicious slander! No family—everyone was killed, and there was nobody to speak a word in defense! Inherited property—turns out it had already been taken; the family estates had gone off in an unknown direction. At least there was a small house left for living. And that’s it! Whatever you can—survive!

But how can you survive if the voivode and the posadnik behind your back are plotting, sending you to your obvious death? Yes, times in Rus’ are always hard, no matter how you choose them. The Lithuanian army presses relentlessly forward, plundering and ravaging the lands of Toropets, Novgorod, and Smolensk. The Vatican is preparing another crusade against the Slavs, and the coastline of Estland is being systematically seized by hordes of Danes. And Rus’, as always, is torn apart by princely and boyar feuds!